Angel

Sometimes miracles don't come from heaven, but with a wink and tousled hair - without a halo, but with a sparkle in the eyes that throws the world slightly off balance. This whole angelic theme is just an excuse to explain to yourself why everything suddenly sounds clearer, even the birds singing in the yard.

Love here is not about wings and holiness, but about that quiet obsession when you hold on to a person as if they were the last note in a song, and you are afraid that silence will come before it has time to sound to the end. A little madness, a little gratitude - and the complete feeling that paradise might look just like this: two green sparks in the darkness and breath that becomes music.